Fear and Loathing begins “We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold”. That opening has given Hunter S. Thomson a permanent place in my heart. So of course I was hoping for a lot of drug romantics from this one too. I haven’t read the book yet, so I do not know how psychedelic it is. But the movie’s neither cool nor serious – there is a weird alcoholic who drinks residual products and there is a crazy car. But no gonzo journalism. And the end is no end, just an anti-climax and a narrative text. That is probably what bothered me the most, otherwise both Johnny Depp and Amber Heard have great looks, and there’s some comedy. But you have to expect more. The screenplay is amateurish and the editing is sloppy. Depp is involved in producing, maybe he couldn’t kill his darlings as he should.